In the beginning, it was something like chewing gum for the brain. The task he occupied with some actions that allowed his nightmares to be less frequent visitors, and his thoughts did not scatter in different directions.

But very soon everything became serious. Too serious.

You thought it was cute. How he randomly guessed your favorite flowers on the first date, how he offered to go to those movies that you were interested in. And how his house ended up in exactly the area you were looking for for a future life? Everything seemed perfect. And you fell in love with him almost immediately.

You were everything that Simon wasn't. Cheerful, kind, with a bright smile and a golden heart. A pure soul, unaware of all the dark possibilities that Simon had seen during his time in the military. And when life without constant occupation became unbearable for him, he met you.

That encounter in the supermarket was the only random one. Because then Simon set himself the task of finding out everything about you: when you usually finish work, which coffee shop you go to most often, and how often you forget to take an umbrella with you before going out.

He knew everything about you. You've become his obsession.

"Babe, can I borrow your charger? Mine's broken." You asked.

Simon was in the shower, so you just shouted a question through the door. And after receiving a positive response, you opened his bedside table. You had a faint smile on your face when you saw a couple of condoms. It was funny, because you haven't used them in the last couple of months, because six months after the wedding you started trying for a baby.

But your hand froze when you saw the paper. A small piece of paper that has clearly been folded several times. And there were inscriptions. The schedule of the day. Every minute. And this was a description of your working day, even when you lived on the other side of the city, before the wedding and, apparently, before your relationship.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was it all a lie? Were all the accidents staged?

Was your relationship even real?